CAUGHT AT HOME

Erotic Short Story

(5000 words)

Alison Mason sighed in frustration, pulling clothes from the drier and wishing she were bent over double for a far more fun reason.  

Yet another morning waking up horny as hell, only to have Dan wake up late and run out the house with barely a kiss goodbye. One more thankless day spent clearing up after a husband and children desperate to get out of the house as quickly as possible. 

At least she had the place to herself. Once she got the clothes put away, she had a Rabbit upstairs with her name on it. Not nearly as good as actually having the weight of another person between her legs, but enough to get her through the day without screaming. 

As she stood, the belt of her robe fell open. To anyone who might have been with her, it would have revealed her all she wore underneath was a plain black bra and panties. But she was alone. No point in protecting her modesty with no one there to see. 

And if anyone did, well, it wasn't as if she wasn't proud of her body. She felt guilty about it sometimes, like she was failing her feminist ideals, but she enjoyed being looked at. It was a confidence boost. It was the looks she got at the gym that motivated her to keep working out. While she didn't have the body she remembered from her youth, she was pretty good for a mother of two teenage girls. Her breasts were still high and firm, and she worked hard to keep her ass and belly taut. 

There was no harm in a little flirting. Especially when Dan seemed to forget she even existed. 

Maybe she'd head to the gym this afternoon. 

Throwing the last of the dried clothes into the basket, she realised she didn't recognise the pair of boxers on top. They were dark and loose, whereas Phil preferred the tight briefs she hated. So, where had these come from?

"Matthew." They must have been mixed up with Rachael's clothes in her room. 

Then she flushed as it struck her that there was only one reason Matthew would have been taking off his boxers in her eldest daughter's bedroom. 

Matthew. That boy was trouble that just didn't seem to be going away. No matter how much Alison hinted, Rachael seemed determined to stay with this one. 

But the problem wasn't that Alison disapproved of her daughter's boyfriend. It was how ridiculously attracted she was to him. 

Rachael had found someone who was exactly what Alison's type had been at the same age. Like mother, like daughter, she supposed. Tall, slim, and incredibly dumb. 

In school and college, Alison had gone through boys like Matthew like a knife through butter.

There was just something about boys who didn't think. Smart ones were always trying too hard. Too worried about pleasing a woman that they took all the joy out of it. But for the dumb ones, it was all instinct. They didn't think. They just did. Once they got going, they were all animal. 

And Matthew? Matthew was perfect. The first time Haley had brought him home, Alison had spent the entire evening picturing his body. She'd barely been able to keep her eyes off the tall, firm teenager. Watching his finger plucking the strings of his guitar and imagining them doing the same thing inside her panties. That night she had fingered herself into such a climax she thought she'd wake Phil.

He reminded her of Edward, one of her conquests at college. Like Matthew, he'd been an aspiring musician, tall and slim, with dark, wavy hair. And he'd one of the best fucks of Alison's life. Try and have a conversation with him, and you'd despair. But in the bedroom, he was a master. He had instincts that seemed to know how her body reacted before even she did. She'd been putty in his hands. If he'd been smart enough to realise the power he had over her, she would have been in serious trouble. 

She'd met up with him once, by chance, about five years ago. She rarely cheated on Phil, but there were some guys that she was just powerless to resist. She had been happy to discover Edward had lost none of his innate talents. 

Suddenly Alison realised she'd been staring at Matthew's boxers, rubbing them between her fingers. She wasn't sure whether it had been memories of Edward or thoughts of Matthew that had been running around her head. 

To hell with putting the clothes away first. Her pussy was demanding action right now. She knew her body, and she knew she wouldn't be able to concentrate until she had let herself revel in her memories. 

Dropping the clothes basket, Alison made herself up the stairs to find herself facing Matthew, his firm young body wrapped in nothing but a towel, coming out of Rachael's bedroom. 

"Mrs Mason!"

Alison couldn't speak, unsure if he was really there or whether her fantasies had somehow conjured the image. Her eyes slide over his body of their own accord, taking him in, imagining what it would be like to feel him under her hands. 

Her mouth watered. A flush of heat burst in her loins, her body aching. 

"What the hell are you doing here, Matthew?" All her effort went into sounding angry rather than excited. "Did you stay the night here?"

"I'm sorry, Mrs Mason," he stammered, looking around. "I fell asleep, and Rachael said to sneak out when the house was empty, but I didn't know you were still in."

"Why the hell are you undressed?"

"I thought you were out, so I was going to grab a shower."

Alison bit her lip, trying to control the urges her pussy was demanding she give in to. That was when she realised he was looking at her in exactly the same way she was looking at him. Her robe hung open, and his eyes were taking in her mature body, covered in nothing but a bra and panties. 

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Energy surged between them as Alison felt herself tipping over a point of no return. After everything she had been picturing, after so long lusting after her daughter's boyfriend, finding him here like this, staring at her with undisguised desire, was simply too much. 

Her body was screaming. Her pussy pulse, her hands clenching as the last dregs of resistance ebbed away, leaving her a slave to a desire she hadn't felt in far too long. 

Taking a step towards him, pushing her robe off her shoulders, caused him to step back. Quickly, she closed the distance. 

"Are you fucking my daughter?" she heard herself ask, looking up at him slyly. She wasn't sure why she asked. But all of a sudden, the idea of this perfect body pounding her young daughter, making her a little slut, had become intensely arousing. She didn't want to simply fuck this boy. She wanted to share him with Rachael, with her never knowing. 

"Mrs Mason, I'm sorry..." Matthew stuttered, his face confirming her suspicions. The thought of Rachael's tiny little body writhing and moaning under Matthew's movements was too much. She could feel her swollen pussy against the material of her panties, and the excitement of anticipation overwhelmed her.

Stepping forward, she grabbed hold of the towel around Matthew's waist and pulled it away in one sudden movement. Taken by surprise, Matthew simply stood there, his cock springs up, thick and hard. Alison smiled. It was perfect, thick but not too long. She wanted her cunt stretched, not her kidney's jabbed. Grabbing it in one hand, she pulled herself in and slid her tongue into his mouth. She inhaled, breathing in his scent. The smell of a man's excitement in her nostrils caused her to press herself against his body. She was past the point of no return.

Slowly she began to slide her hand along Matthew's dick, pulling the skin back as she slid her palm to the base, then back up to cradle the thick head. He moaned into her mouth.

She reached around and put her other hand on the back of his head, pulling it into her. God, it felt good to have a full head of long, tousled hair in her hands. At her urging, his tongue began to move against hers. Then he finally came out of the trance. His hands came around her body. She shuddered at the touch as he immediately grabbed her ass. She pushed against them, and she felt him dig his fingers into her flesh.

He was hers now.

Stepping back, Alison pulled away from the kiss. She was breathing hard, desperate to taste this young man, to sample and take him. Matthew's eyes were locked on her chest as it moved, straining against the thin material of her bra. He was almost growling. 

She slowly dropped to her knees. 

"Mrs Mason..."

"Shut up," she instructed, holding his cock firmly in her hands. "Rachael isn't going to know about any of this. You are going to shut the hell up and fuck me, you understand?"

Without waiting for a response, she took his cock in her mouth and gently bit down. She kept her eyes on his face, watching the look of ecstasy that took him as her teeth applied just the right amount of pressure. Her tongue slid around and caressed him, probing the small slit at the tip as her hands found his balls and began to stroke them with the tips of her fingers. Matthew shuddered and gasped. 

"God, Mrs Mason, Rachael isn't half as good at this as you."

Of course not, thought Alison as she worked his pulsing head, she's just a girl. It wasn't until the second year of college I learned to do this...

Closing her eyes, Alison lifted herself up on her knees and pushed her mouth around Matthew's thick head, relaxing her muscles as it hit her throat and swallowing reflexly. Her mouth was filled with his sweet taste as she took him all the way down her slutty throat. 

Matthew gasped and moaned. "Fuck, Mrs Mason!" and put his hand on her head, grabbing a handful of her hair. Pushing her down further, just to the point of discomfort, he pulled her back to let her breathe. 

The boy's a natural, Alison thought to herself. As Matthew began to fuck her mouth, she grabbed his ass, digging her nails into his flesh as she gagged. 

It felt as if she had a swimming pool in her panties. Unable to help herself, one hand slid down her body and under the waistband. Moaning around his cock, she worked her clit. With her free hand, she grabbed his cock and began to jerk it, leaning forward and slurping around his balls. 

"So? Who's better at that, Matthew?" She teased. "Me or Rachael?"

"God, you are Mrs Mason," he answered, too dumb and horny to even try to defend his girlfriend.

"She'll get better."

"Um, won't Mr Mason mind about this?" he asked, looking around as if there were other people still in the house.

Alison scowled, pulling her hand from her cunt and standing in front of him. Roughly she grabbed his hair and pulled him in to kiss him, her tongue forcing its way into his willing mouth.

Immediately his hands were on her body, caressing and kneading her as she ground against his leg. He grabbed her panties, pushing them down and letting them drop around her ankles. He didn't seem to care about the taste of his cock in her mouth, and that just drove her even wilder.

"Look, do you want to talk about Daniel, or do you want to fuck his wife?" she said, running her nails down his flat chest.

"Um..."

Roughly, Alison pushed him backwards until he fell onto Rachael's unmade bed. He was too dumb to be allowed to talk. Best to just keep him occupied. 

"Look, just shut the fuck up." She straddled his body, turning her body so that her dripping, aching cunt was above his face. "Just fucking eat your girlfriend's mother’s cunt while she chokes on your dick."

With that, she pushed her cunt into his face and resumed sucking on his delicious young meat. The taste and texture were divine, everything she had fantasised about since meeting him that first time. She felt like a teenager again.

After a moment or two's hesitation, she finally felt Matthew's tongue begin to explore her. He was tentative at first but quickly worked up speed. The tip of his tongue first ran up and down her red, swollen lips, causing her to shudder and moan as it slid over her clit. She pushed back, and he slid it between her lips, exploring inside her. Taking him out of her mouth, she arched her back, moaning for him to continue. Reaching up, he grabbed her pert ass cheeks in his hands and pulled them apart, running his tongue from her clit to her asshole and back. Over and over again, stopping only to probe inside her and bring more juice flowing all over his face.

Every touch sent electricity flooding through her, zapping back and forth through her body. Her hands grabbed his thighs as she held herself up, pushing and bucking as he ate her. 

"Oh God, Matthew!, Don't stop! There, right there! Yes!" Alison was on the brink now, moaning at the top of her voice. Matthew's tongue didn't seem to even be getting tired. As she began to quiver uncontrollably, he began to flick his tongue on her clit, faster and faster on that one swollen spot. Suddenly all the electricity in her body exploded in her thighs, shooting out to ricochet around her body. Her back arched, and she reached back to grab his shaggy hair. Her eyes rolled, his tongue speeding up, every touch renewing the shocks so intense they were almost painful.

"Yes! There... there... faster, faster Matthew, eat my clit! Eat it! Eat.... oh... ooohh, I'm cumming.... cuuuummmmmm......."

Her cry ended in a wordless moan as the climax sent her into wild throws. She began to uncontrollably fuck the young teen's face. He stopped his tongue, pushing it as deep as it would go in her spasming pussy, letting her ride it hard as she came all over his face. 

After what seemed like hours, she finally fell off him, rolling over onto Rachael's bed. 

Eventually, Alison found the energy to lift her hand. Matthew's face was glistening with her cum, and a dazed expression was on his face. God, even after all that, her pussy still ached for him. She let her gaze linger over him for a moment, then moved to kiss him deeply. As she tasted herself on him, his hands explored her body. She began to suck her cum from his face, running her tongue all over him, then down his neck and onto his chest. God, he felt and tasted so good. She had to have him.

"Mmmm, that's a good start," she moaned, "But I think you're not done yet."

"Yes, Mrs Mason."

"Matthew, I just came all over your face. You can call me Alison."

"OK. Alison."

"Good boy. Now come here. We're about to make a mess that won't be explainable on Rachael's bed."

Standing, she pulled Matthew up and grabbed his outstanding cock in her hand. She pulled him along the hallway and into the bedroom. Standing in front of her and Daniel's bed, she reached behind herself and removed her bra properly. Matthew came up behind her, pressing his body against her. Reaching around, he grabbed her tits, running the nipples in his fingers and cupping the firm flesh. Even after three kids, Alison knew she had amazing tits. His thick cock pressed between her cheeks, and Alison could feel herself want him, need him. She couldn't wait much longer, and from the feel of it, neither could he.

She reached behind and pulled his head down. He nuzzled her neck, biting down softly and nearly causing her knees to buckle. "Right, you're going to fuck me. You're going to give me that sweet, thick cock, and you're going to make me cum hard, you got that?"

"Yes, Mrs... Alison."

"You're not going to treat me like Rachael's mom, and you're not going to treat me like Dan's wife. You're not going to treat me like any kind of lady." She pulled away and sat back on the bed. Sliding back, she opened her legs and exposed her yearning, dripping cunt. Immediately he knelt between her thighs, his eyes on her pussy and his cock twitching. She reached out and grabbed it, halting him.

"You get it? You're going to fuck me and use me, just like I'm going to fuck you and use you. This isn't making love. This is fucking. Pounding. I don't give a shit what you do as long as you make me cum so hard I scream. You got that."

"Yes." He was clearly getting impatient now, but she knew how to build it up. He was almost there.

"You understand?" she asked again.

"Yes, Alison." His cock was pulsing. The words nearly a growl.

"What are you going to do?"

Finally unable to hold himself back, he pushed her back, pinning her down by her wrists. 

"I'm going to fuck you," he growled, "And pound you, and use your slut cunt."

With that, he thrust forward, and his thick, engorged cock plunged into her sopping wet, burning cunt. As the thick head slid in between the waiting lips, Alison moaned loudly at the sensations of her cunt stretching to accommodate the thick meat. In one movement, Matthew penetrated her all the way, smoothly filling her willing body completely until the hilt pressed up against her exposed clit. His body fell on top of her, and she lent in, biting his strong neck. Her legs lifted and opened as far as they could to accommodate him. Keeping her hands pinned, he pulled back until he was almost out of her, paused just long enough to make Alison start to beg, then plunged back inside her. She struggled to free her hands, but he held her there and pounded her over and over again. 

At last, he released her hands go and fell against her. Dragging her nails down his smooth back, she felt him build up a steady rhythm, grunting with each thrust. Grabbing his ass, Alison shut her eyes and focused on the feeling of his lust overwhelming her. 

"That's it, Matthew! Fuck me! God, you're so fucking good!"

Matthew said nothing but pushed himself up onto his hands. Letting go of his ass, Alison grabbed handfuls of his hair and pulled her mouth to his. As his hungry tongue found hers, Alison could taste herself on him. She flexed her hands in his hair. 

If Dan and Rachel walked in right now, she didn't think she'd even be able to stop. Why had she waited so long to take this perfect young boy for herself? 

Then Matthew pulled out of her. Grabbing her legs, he dragged her to the edge of the bed. Standing in front of her, he slid his hands under her thighs and pulled her up so her legs were around his waist. Looking down at her with the closest thing to concentration Alison had ever seen on his face, he slid in and began to fuck her again, his hands moving down to her ass. The look in his eyes was driving Alison mad, the lust and desire, and she knew she must look the same. God, he was perfect; slim and taut, every muscle straining as his eager body let itself do what came naturally.

Gasping, Alison took her tits in her hands and started playing with them, licking the sweat and cum from her lips. Matthew's eyes lit up, and she smiled up at him.

"You like that, Matthew?"

"God, Mrs... I mean Alison, you're so hot. I can't believe I'm fucking Rachel's mom."

"Some dreams do come true," she purred. 

"Haley doesn't do anything like this?"

Alison bit back a stab of irritation that he kept mentioning her. Still, in the back of her mind, some small part of her found the image of her eldest daughter’s young body beneath this hunk of a man - young, naked and inexperienced - somehow erotic. The thought that the cock inside her tight, wet cunt had also been inside her daughter made her... hot? Was that wrong?

But she had no more chance to think on it as Matthew braced his legs, put one hand behind her head and lifted her off the bed, pulling her eager lips to his. Then, as he pushed his tongue into her mouth again, she wrapped her arms around his head, drinking him in. Her weight pushed her down onto his cock, as deep as it would go. She screamed into his mouth as he grabbed her ass and moved her up and down his shaft, soaked from her wild pussy. She could feel the juice dripping from around the base of his cock and running down her leg. 

Pulling away from the kiss, she looked Matthew in the eye. Both of them were gasping and moaning, and she could see he was just as powerless to stop this as she was.

"Sit down on the bed. Now!"

Obediently he did so, turning around and dropping into a sitting position. Stretching her legs out, Alison pulled his head down to her tits and lent back, slowly bucking her hips. She gasped as his mouth found her rock-hard nipple. Electricity racked her. He took one breast in each hand and moved his mouth from one nipple to the other, swapping between them as he massaged her flesh, lost in the moment. The older woman moaned as his younger mouth found her, the ecstasy almost too much. Her soft tits filled his strong hands, and her erect nipples pressed against his soft palms. She was his. She had given herself completely. She revelled in his youth, his desire, his animal instincts for what would make her body respond.

Matthew lifted his head up and sought out her lips once again, and she eagerly let him press his mouth to hers. He moaned deeply as he thrust his hips forward, his breath in her mouth. The stench of sex filled the room. He reached down and slide his hands around to cup her ass again, his fingers massaging the flesh on either side of her asshole. Alison's eyes opened wide. She lent into him, moaning his name and biting his neck again, which just worked to drive him to work harder.

Putting her hands on his shoulders, Alison shoved her young toy back onto the bed and looked down at him as she rode him hard. God, he was beautiful, slim and firm but strong and obviously full of stamina. He stared at her body with a mixture of amazement and desire. His hands slid up her belly and started groping her hanging breasts again, kneading the flesh and pulling at her nipples.

"God, Alison," he moaned, "You're so hot. I never thought you were like this."

Alison groaned, running her nails down his chest. She was getting close; her pussy was burning, and it felt like a fire was building in her belly. He really was perfect.

She bit her lip, staring him in the eye aggressively. "Mmm? Tell me. Tell me how hot I am."

"So fucking hot."

"You like fucking me?"

"Yes."

"Your girlfriend's mom?"

"Yes."

"Am I hotter than her? Am I better at fucking you?"

"God, yes, you're so good."

"Tell me to fuck you."

"Fuck me."

"Order me!" she demanded. "Order me to ride your thick cock!"

"Fuck me, Mrs Mason," he snarled, excited. "Fuck me like your daughter fucks me!"

It was too much for Alison. "Take me from behind," she said, getting off him and getting on her knees, thrusting her aching hips desperately into the air. "Pound my cunt and make me cum right here on my bed."

Matthew quickly pushed himself up behind her, clearly determined not to be outside her sweet pussy any longer than necessary. Roughly he took hold of her hips and shoved himself into her yearning cunt.

Now he really pounded her, slamming into her with all his strength. Raising his hand, he slapped her ass hard, leaving a red mark on her cheek. 

She tried to speak, but her body was no longer under her control. But he seemed to understand her wordless moans and spanked her over and over again. Each strike sent explosions of pleasure through her body. 

Alison's belly and cunt were on fire. How long had it been since she'd been fucked this well? Should couldn't remember. She couldn't think of anything other than how good Matthew's body felt inside her own.

"I'm cumming, I'm there," she managed to yell, "Grab my hair and fuck me, you little bastard!"

Instantly Matthew grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and pulled, stretching her head back, and at the same time, began to redouble his efforts to slam into her cunt. Alison felt herself tip over the edge, and as his dick filled her one more time, abusing her tight married body, the fire inside her exploded. Her hand found her clit and started rubbing as hard as she could. As her body twitched and spasmed, she fell forward and screamed into the sheets. 

"Godddddddd! Yeeeeeeessssssssssss! Matthewwwww!" The orgasm rocked her body. Matthew simply kept going, dragging out her climax for what felt like hours. All Alison could do was lie there, her face in the bedclothes, screaming and moaning as the young boy fucked, his hands on her hips again and giving him more leverage until she literally could take no more.

"Stop," she managed to gasp. "On the floor. Now. I need your cum. I want. Taste it."

She was almost too weak to move, but he eagerly grabbed her body and pulled it to the floor. Then, shoving his dripping cock into her mouth, he grabbed her hair and began to fuck her mouth, growling and moaning. The taste of her cum all over him was bliss, but she wanted his. It was all she could think about. Grabbing his cock, she pulled it out of her mouth and started to beat it hard, looking up at his gasping face above her. With her other hand, she took his full balls and massaged them.

Almost without warning, a blast of thick, wet, delicious cum took her in the face, splashing across her mouth and chin. A second shot hit her in the chest and began to drip down her tits before she got the head aimed at her mouth. The next shot filled her throat. She shuddered at the sensation of it running down her throat. A fourth load followed, and before she had a chance to swallow again, a fifth and final lot filled her mouth to overflowing, and she let it spill from between her lips.

Matthew was moaning in ecstasy above her, and Alison looked up at him. She knew what guys liked to see, and she bit her lip again as she allowed his cum to drip slowly out of her mouth and down onto her tits. God, it tasted so good. She began to wipe it off her face and suck it from her fingers, revelling in the hot, thick joy of being covered in a man's juice. 

Her cunt was aching from the workout he had given her, her ass and tits kneaded and red, but still his cock was only half-soft, and by the look on his face, Matthew was still willing to carry on. 

She ran a finger around her cum stained tits, collecting his seed and then sucking it hungrily into her mouth. It tasted so good. So young and fresh. She stood and pressed her body up against his, kissing him passionately. His still hard cock began to soften where it was pressed against her but still twitched uncontrollably as she moved. His lips and tongue continued to devour her, tasting her and wanting her. 

Eventually, she pulled away. "Mmm, well done, Matthew. "

"God, Mrs Mason," he said slowly, looking her stained body up and down. "That was the best sex I've ever had."

Alison smiled, turning and looking over her shoulder. "Maybe if you find yourself staying over again, we can do this again." 

Yes, she thought to herself. We are doing this again. Rachael won't be giving you half of what I'll be doing. 

"Why don't you follow me?" she said out loud. "And we can have that shower you mentioned. We're both a little..." she collected another fingerful of cum from her face and chest and sucked it seductively from her fingertip. "...dirty."

Eagerly, Matthew followed his girlfriend’s naked and cum splattered mother into the ensuite as she entered the shower and turned on the water. As she lent back against the cold tiles and let his hands flow all over her body, Alison sighed in satisfaction. She should never leave it so long to give in to temptation again.